Chapter 8
Skin to skin, his heat radiated off his body like a furnace.
And despite it being summer, I appreciated the warmth, letting it soak into my slightly-chilled flesh.
He carried me like I weighed nothing. When he set me down on his bed, my back to the mattress, my first instinct for a whole heartbeat was to cover up.
I was completely and utterly naked from head to toe and he could see everything.
But the thought quickly vanished before my hand rose to rest on my stomach.
A stomach he’d kissed and worshiped as he’d made his way down my body before giving me pleasure like I’d never known was possible.
In that moment, all I could see, all I could hear and feel was him.
Shawn.
Daddy.
This big, beautiful, striking man who had swept me off my feet quicker than a gust of wind, who stared back at me like he couldn’t believe I was real. I wasn’t lying or telling him things I thought he might want to hear when I had told him how I felt.
I was in love with him.
I’d tried to fight calling it what it was.
Rationalize it in some way that justified my feelings regardless of how fast they had come to life.
I mean, a week ago, I hadn’t even known I had a daddy kink, much less that this beautiful, bearded biker existed.
But sometimes, things happened in life that didn’t necessarily make sense.
At twenty-two, life had already taught me all kinds of lessons, but one I’d hold on to with both hands and swear by was trusting not just my gut but my heart.
And my heart was yelling at me to take a chance. How could I deny myself that when he looked at me the way he did? Doted on me like a mother hen? His blue eyes darkened before he placed a hand on my knee.
“Been thinking about what you’d look like spread out naked on our bed
“Our bed,” I repeated, realizing in that moment that he had been doing that all week. Calling his things ours. Our place. Our bed. Our kitchen.
“Baby, what’s mine is yours.”
“Shawn,” I moaned his name like a prayer. He matched the sound with a deeper, more masculine version.
“You sure you want this?” he asked.
His hand dropped low to the thick proud monster between his legs before his big palm enveloped his almost soda can girth and stroked.
My eyes dropped from his face. I couldn’t tear them away from the way his hand shuttled up and down his length.
My thighs pressed together on their own as I took in just how big he was.
How thick and long. The red ruddy tip almost looked as if it was angry.
His grip tightened around himself. The pad of his thick thumb wiping way one, no, two droplets of clear fluid that’d accumulated at the tip.
I shivered, and he growled, the sound forcing me to look at him.
When our eyes connected, I knew there was no turning back.
We were inevitable.
“Change your mind, princess?”
“No.” I opened my thighs, and his nose flared wide. His chest rose and fell like he could smell me from where he stood. Not that he stayed there for long.
Before I knew it, his knee hit the bed, making the mattress dip with his weight, and he was above me.
Kissing me. His hand in my short hair, cupping and holding my face then the back of my neck while his other hand explored my body.
His touch felt electric. Like I was being heated up from the inside out.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” His hand slid between my folds, discovering just how he affected my body. “Dripping,” he groaned into the crook of my neck, his nose brushing against my skin, his beard faintly tickling me.
“For you, Shawn, all for you,” I moaned.
“That pretty mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble, princess.”
“Why?” I gasped, keenly aware of every kiss and time his tongue licked my skin.
“You’re going to snap my control, and I won’t be able to be gentle.” He sounded almost tortured. My hands sought him out, pulling his face up so I could look at him.
“I don’t need gentle for you to make me feel good,” I breathed.
“Oh, you’re going to feel good. So damn good.
” He started to line his dick up with my entrance, one leg hooked over his hip.
“I promise it’s going to feel good. I’ll make it feel good.
Daddy just needs to get inside of you first,” he rumbled, the tip of his nose brushing my neck, making my back arch up.
I gasped. His tip slipped inside of me just a little.
“Wow,” I gasped, my eyes wide at the unfamiliar feel. “You feel… you feel good,” I whispered. His head rose, our eyes caught, and that’s when he started to move, pushing forward, stuffing me little by little with his thick cock.
“Good girl. Such a fucking good girl,” he gritted. I stretched and mewled. There was pressure, but it wasn’t exactly pain. Just a fullness I had never felt.
“Shawn.” My voice cracked. He felt so good. Damn good. “Yes!” I hissed.
“Almost there, sweetheart. Fuck! Halfway in, angel.” His eyes skirted down to where we were connected. “Halfway there, and your little pussy looks fucking stuffed with me. You think you can take all of me?”
“Please,” I moaned, not sure if I needed a moment or more. A bead of sweat formed at his hairline. “Please, Daddy.”
“Can’t say no to you,” he grunted, thrusting forward, and my eyes shut tightly as he pushed all the way through. A slight pain hit, one I couldn’t explain, and as if sensing my discomfort, he held his body still above mine.
“Fuck, shit. Jessie, baby, talk to me,” he growled. “Jesus, please tell me you’re okay. Fuck,” he cursed, resting his sweaty forehead against mine.
“I’m okay,” I whispered, opening my eyes.
“You’re crying.” That’s when I felt the wetness in my eyes.
“You just feel—“
“I can pull out—“
“No.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “I’m not crying because I hurt, just… I love you,” I admitted, letting my heart take over. “I’ve never said that, meant that with anyone other than my mom and sister. Shawn, I love you so much it scares me.”
“Fuck,” he grunted, his forehead pressed tighter.” I love you, too, princess. What you just gave me, I promise I’ll take care of always, forever.”
“Always and forever,” I repeated, not worried if it made me sound clingy or cringey. I knew I was safe enough to be myself with Shawn.
With Daddy. My bad boy biker who would burn the world down for me. My very own shelter from whatever the world tried to throw my way.
“I think…”
“What, baby girl?” His arms started to tremble, and I swear I could feel him throbbing inside of me.
“I think I need you to move. I need…” My muscles tightened around him, and he groaned, the sound almost animalistic.
“You keep doing that, this is over way quicker than either of us want,” he warned, but I squeezed him anyway.
A giggle escaped from me at the look he shot me. Half serious, half playful. It felt like a shot to the heart in the best way possible. Oh yeah, I am definitely more than safe with Shawn to be who I am. Quirks, cringe and all.
“Love me. Make love to me,” I pleaded sweetly.
“Baby.” His nose flared. “I don’t know how to be gentle.”
“Then don’t. I don’t need that.”
“Fuck!” he cursed and swallowed slowly as he pulled out of me before pushing himself back in inch by inch. I was slowly getting used to his size, taking every bit of him until I felt his full balls press against my ass.
“More,” I purred, and his rhythm slowly picked up speed.
The sound of our bodies coming together echoed against the walls.
Again and again. Heavy breathing, moans, and our names chanted like prayers.
It was beautiful. Sexy, sweet, sweaty, messy.
Intimate. Everything I didn’t know sex could be.
Something I knew deep down I only ever wanted to experience with Shawn. With Daddy.
“More, right there.” I felt that coiling need start to tighten low in my abdomen. I was getting so close, and his thrusts started to get erratic, jerky.
“I’m so… oh god, Daddy!” My toes curled. “Shawn, more. I’m going to—“ My voice cracked and bliss shattered me.
I saw nothing but white stars light up behind my eyes. My back arched, my legs hooked tighter at the small of his back, taking him that much deeper as pleasure overwhelmed me. It crested over and over, like waves crashing against rocks again and again, violently.
Just as I started to come down, his body now slamming into mine, I felt it.
The hot warm release of his seed shot into my body, his pelvis pressing against my clit somehow spurring on a second orgasm.
Not as strong but just as beautiful. The two of us were breathless and slick with sweat as we came down from the most beautiful, near simultaneous pleasure.
Our eyes connected, and I knew down to the narrow of my bones that Shawn was completely and utterly mine.
Everything good and bad that had happened in my life had been so I could be here.
In our bed, limbs tangled, breathing the same air.
“Fucking love you, Jessie,” he rumbled, brushing the tip of his nose against the length of mine so gently, so tenderly it brought tears to my eyes. He noticed and quickly cupped my face. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, horrified, but I simply shook my head and leaned in to kiss him.
“Not at all.” I spoke against his mouth. “It was everything, more than I could have ever dreamt of, Shawn.”
“Didn’t take things too far?’ He wiped away the tears that slid freely down my face. I knew he wasn’t talking about how he fucked me, but the daddy dirty talk play we’d enjoyed. Something that for whatever reason worked for us.
“Not at all,” I whispered. Relief hit his gaze as his body relaxed. With his now softening dick still inside of me, he moved. Slowly, he rolled off and tucked me to his side.
“Thank fuck,” he gruffly muttered against the crown of my head as he pulled the blanket up and over us.
“Shawn,” I called out after a moment.
“Yeah, princess?”
“You didn’t use protection,” I pointed out quietly.
I should have been worried.
Freaking out at the very least.
I’d lost my virginity to a biker I’d just met a week earlier.
I’d run way from my dick stepdad, who may or may not be looking for me.
My life was so messed up. Too messed up to feel as settled and comfortable as I did in that moment or as calm as I did after what we’d just done.
Without protection. Possible lifelong consequences hung in the air.
Anyone in their right mind would think I’d just been careless, seriously irresponsible, and na?ve.
I had a job, but it was fairly new and connected to the very biker holding me like I was treasure he’d just discovered and wasn’t about to let slip between his fingers.
I had less than a hundred dollars cash to my name and owed Shawn about two hundred after food and clothes he’d bought for me.
I should have been scared at the very minimum.
Yet, tucked safely in his big buff arms, sheltered from the world in his warm embrace, the thought of an unexpected pregnancy didn’t terrify me.
Instead, visions of mini dark-haired, blue-eyed Viking babies flooded my head, making my heart skip a beat.
In a good way.
The best way.
I could see it so clearly. Little people who looked a little like Shawn and I but were their own person. A little family for us to raise together.
My stomach did a somersault, and when I took in the way Shawn stared at me, the way his hand had drifted from my back to palming my tummy, I laughed. Unexpected and sharp. He looked at me, and his features broke out into a grin I knew I’d remember til the day I died. Warm and honest.
“You’re mine,” he simply reminded me. “Forever and always.”
“Really?”
“Really,” he confirmed with a nod, pressing his lips against mine, his beard tickling my skin.
And I believed him.
Through the years, I would be reminded of why it was so easy to trust and love Shawn, time and time again.